Standing up [georgia]
Apr 17, 2012 6:45:27 GMT -5
Post by School is the bane of my life on Apr 17, 2012 6:45:27 GMT -5
Lance Sector
[/font] [/size] [/color]The dazzling light of spring warmed my skin up. It was a great day to work at the market. More people would probably be out which would mean more work and money for me. A group of dusty mine workers pass by me, slightly happy from the hot sun. I don’t want to work in the mines, not at all. I would rather become an avox before I set foot in one of those mines. My father comes home from work every day dirty or with blistered hands.[/color]
But being an avox would be pretty horrible. You would have to bow to every wish that the capitol people want you to do. If I did become an avox I would want to clean the rooms where the tributes stayed. Mostly with the lower districts like ten, eleven and twelve. I argued in my head about what I would want to do until I reached the market.
I was right, the market was packed. I guess many people are taking advantage of this sun. I hurried along to the stall I helped at. The stall sold all sorts of vegetables, sometimes I did not even know what they were. The owner of the stall, a thin woman with short black hair, waved briefly as I came beside her.
“Set the new vegetables we got out, “she ordered with a heavy voice that was surprising for such a thin lady. [/blockquote]
I take her orders right away and go over to the vegetables. They are packed in boxes that are about are barely halfway to my knees. I bend over to pick one up, it was pretty heavy for something small. I drop it on the stall table and start to unpack. I see a person come up to the stall, I look around and look for the stall owner. Oh greats she not here. I stand up straighter and smile as the person comes over.[/color] [/blockquote]
“Can I help you?”[/size] [/blockquote]
